♥*♡∞:｡.｡「Fugo Loveposting」｡.｡:∞♡*♥

「 Of Names, Smiles and Other Sugary Sweets. 」

In which you call Fugo several stupid pet names.

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"Honeybunny!"

The moment he heard that, Fugo tensed up, his shoulders rising with a jolt and fingers hovering over the book, halted midway flipping a page.

Today was a particularly pretty spring day, the kind that made you want to gaze out the window. Azure skies and a soft breeze that called for the windows being open, sunrays coming through glass panes to create spots of sunlight that would be nice to nap in, perhaps one could even pick up a slight floral scent.

Fugo knew you enjoyed these sort of days more than anyone, therefore, the good mood. He knew you were in a good mood, he could immediately tell as soon as he heard that.

He looked over his shoulder, finding you skipping toward him with a bright smile. You rested your arms atop the couch, leaning so your faces would be closer. Looking at you, he was in awe. His dearest, you'd become that after all this time, would always be. Yet, he couldn't get used to that smile.

You were beaming at him, everytime you did Fugo felt like he'd had too much of something sweet. It was often.

"Hello," you whispered at him, cupping your face with your hands. The squeezed cheeks and your little smile were angelic. "Honeybunny," you repeated.

He averted his eyes, taking them toward the window. His cheeks must've gotten red, he could feel the heat, and you must've noticed as he heard you giggle.

He couldn't help but grin as well, chuckling at your adorable face and the silly petname.

"Hello, cara mia."

♡

You were shifting around underneath the covers, tossing and turning and occasionally humming. He set his coffee cup on the desk opposite to your shared bed, making sure to gather the scattered paperwork he had yet to do.

It was much too early, outside the window it was still mostly dark. Fugo woke up before the sun rose and went to bed way after it had set, almost always having trouble sleeping or preferring not to try at all. You were different, going to bed a little late but long before him, often insisting he'd join you, which he'd decline though happy that you cared for him so.

You often woke up mid morning, sun already fairly high and bathing every corner of the room, unless you had to get up earlier because of work that is. Occasionally, on your days off, you'd sleep until noon. Eitherway, this was not an hour you'd be awake, so naturally, he worried.

Were you having a nightmare?

He walked away from the desk and toward you, sitting on his side of the bed and spending a second to look at you. You were quiet and still for a moment, but soon enough, you groaned.

He put his hand on your shoulder and attempted to gently shake you awake, pulling the covers off of your face. "Hey, [y/n]..." he said, patting your back and leaning to look at your face. "[y/n]?"

He found your eyes wide open, now on him. This expression, too, made him weak. You slowly turned your head, nose scrunched up. He blinked a few times, noticing that you didn't look all that groggy. Had you been awake?

"Pudding..." you murmured, voice soft and sweet gracing his ears, turning the rest of your body around and reaching your arms toward him.

Fugo took your hands in his and raised a brow. "Huh..?"

"I want... Pudding."
"Pudding? Yeah? What kind?"

He watched you chuckle to yourself, as you shook your head. Pressing his lips to your knuckles, he tilted his head, violet eyes fixed on your amused expression. "I'll go buy you some right now, it's fine," he said.

"No, dummy," you sat up, quickly making your way into his arms, nuzzling your face into his chest, basking in his warmth. "You, Pudding."

"Me?"
"...You're Pudding. I want you."

Fugo paused, holding you close and rubbing circles on your back. After a moment, he let out a laugh, resting his head on top of yours and smelling your hair. "You..." he cooed.

"Let's go back to sleep," you purred, pulling him down to the softness of the bed, sheets which always had both of your scents. "Together, okay? Stay with me, Pudding."

Fugo cuddled up to you, getting himself under the blankets and wrapping his arms around you properly. "Yes, amore."

♡

"I beg your- W-What did you just call me?"

He was looking straight into your shiny, widened eyes, which were as always filled with that child-like wonder. Half flustered, half laughing, his face surely was red but nothing could quite rival yours at the moment.

You puffed out your cheeks and clutched your skirt at your lap. As always courageous, without taking your eyes off of him you replied with confidence.

"Strawberry jam."

Fugo was taken aback for a second, he took a good look at you as his brain processed what you'd said, then he covered his mouth with his hand and tried to hold back his laughter. That made you puff out your cheeks even more, scrunching up your nose and squinting your eyes. The redness on your cheeks was way too cute.

Looking directly was too dazzling, so he turned away from you.

"What?" You exclaimed, clearly embarrassed, "you don't like it?"

"No, no, that's not..." he said, voice muffled as he kept his hands over his mouth. He couldn't help but chuckle.

A moment after, he looked up at the sky, sighing, taking in a breath of fresh air. Being outdoors sure was nice after being cooped up doing paperwork for so long, you were right when you said he needed it. The sun felt nice, even in his heated face, picnics should be had more often.

"...strawberr...?"
"Yes! Strawberry jam!"

He was sure he was grinning like an idiot. Your change of expression when staring at his face only confirmed it, as you quit pouting and began laughing yourself. You leaned back, reaching out to the picnic basket you'd brought only to fidget with the handle.

Between giggles, you asked, "Is it bad...? Is it too cheesy?" You shrugged, now gazing into the distance, toward the flowery hills far away.

Fugo scratched his cheek, "no, I mean," he passed a hand through his hair, throwing his bangs back for a moment. "It's sweet."

"It's... It's still dumb, though," you said, immediately bursting into giggles.
"No, cara! I mean, I like it!" Fugo promptly followed along.

You were turning him into such a sweet-tooth. 

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